Part 9: The Fight

Mikuru didn't sleep though, she just watched the two cuddled up together. She looked at the wedding band. When Haruhi and Kyon shared their love physicly, the wedding band that connected Mikuru to Kyon, would dissolve. She wished that they weren't just cuddling, so that she wouldn't have to remember her wedding to Kyon, for when the wedding band dissolved, the wedding would have never happened. She also wouldn't have to be haunted by the seer's prediction, because it would have changed.
Around six in the morning, she woke Yuki up, and told her about what she knew was going to happen. The two hid in the closet, with a small crack in the door, so that they could watch.
Itsuki rolled off of the pullout couch, and awoke with a start. He looked around for Kyon, but he wasn't there. He looked into the girl's room, and there, he saw Kyon, wrapped around Haruhi.
Itsuki grabbed Kyon by the collar, and dragged him into the family room. He slapped Kyon across the face, to wake him up.
"What the hell is the matter with you?! I turn my back for a couple of hours, and I find my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend from behind my back?!" Kyon broke free of Itsuki's grasp.
"What?! We weren't sleeping together! She was calling me! You should've seen her! She was having some sort of nightmare, she was screaming things like 'I'm going to die!' Hearing terror like that, tears your soul apart, man. I just had to fight her fears away." Kyon dodged another one of Itsuki's punches, and was then backed up to the wall.
"Listen, buddy," Itsuki growled, grabbing Kyon's throught. "The only reason I'm even using that stupid girl is-" Kyon grabbed Itsuki's arm, and flipped him onto the ground. He kicked Itsuki in the stomach between words.
"Don't. Call. My. Haruhi. STUPID!!" Kyon felt blood cover his hands and he punched Itsuki in various places. Itsuki slumped against the wall, but Kyon continued to punch him.
Mikuru flew out of the closet, and grabbed Kyon's bloody fist.
"No, Kyon! Any more, and you'll kill him!" She shrieked as Yuki grabbed Kyon's waist.
"Stop it," Yuki growled. "It's not Itsuki, he's been posessed since the pool party!"
Itsuki started laughing manicly, in a voice too deep, and evil to belong to the friendly high school student. The more the thing inside him laughed, the more Itsuki shook, and thrashed like a limp puppet.
"Quick," Yuki said. "Embrace the cliché of this planet!"
"By doing what?! dumping water on him?!" mikuru ran into the bathroom, and turned the shower on.
"Bring him in here!"
Kyon lifted Itsuki onto his shoulders, carried him into the bathroom, threw him into the shower, and closed the curtain.
They heard Itsuki's natural scream, and white light errupted around the room. Then, the power went out. Itsuki emerged from the shower, naked. Mikuru and Yuki covered their eyes, and ran into the girl's room. Itsuki looked around, and rubbed his forehead.
"What happened to me? Whey am I wet? Where am I? Was I kissing Haruhi? I need to leave her Kyon, because I don't love her. I'M GAY!" Kyon backed away, and laughed nervously.
"Not for me, I hope!" Itsuki winked at him.
"Maybe, maybe not!"
Itsuki walked out to living room, and put some clothes on. He looked at the blood splattered on the wall. With a wave of his hands, it was gone. He slowly walked into the girl's room, and gently shook Haruhi awake.
"Itsuki," Haruhi said."I'm sorry, I can't love you. Let's break up."

Part 8: "She honestly looks and sounds like she's dying."

After about fifteen minutes of chatting with Mikuru about movies, the car rolled to a stop.
"We're here," proclaimed Haruhi's cousin, pointing out the window, to a twenty story hotel. "Damn Haruhi," he said in awe. "How'd you book this place?" Haruhi looked down at her feet.
"My savings...all of them." Itsuki wrapped his arm around her neck.
"That's so sweet of you." Haruhi's cousin looked over his shoulder, and glared at Itsuki.
"Just because we're at the hotel," he growled. "Doesn't mean that I won't drag you behind the car for the rest of the trip." Itsuki pulled his arm away with haste.
When the six of them reached the lobby, lugging their suitcases, they were greeted my marble pillars, and floors, fountains that looked as though made of pure gold, and an enormous chandeleir with Italian crystal hanging from as many places as possible.

Kyon lounged on the couch, his arm around Mikuru. Itsuki was laying with is head in Haruhi's lap, and what Kyon wouldn't give to be in his shoes. Yuki sat quietly in a chair, reading a book titled Midnight Lovers: Badgers and Aliens Having Orgies. Haruhi's cousin was listening to his I-Pod Touch, and was singing an unknown song, loudly and off key.
That night, Kyon lay awake on the pullout couch, with Itsuki snoring beside him.
All of a suddon, Mikuru walked out into the living room, and sat at the foot of the bed.
"This will work," she said, touching Kyon's arm. "When I look into your eyes, I see pain, sorrow, passion, anger, and lust. But the thing I don't see, is hope. I only see, in general, doubt, you don't think that you can ever be with her, but heart this. I share a room with Haruhi, and she's having some sort of nightmare, because she's sweating, and crying, and she honestly looks and sounds like she's dying. She's screaming things like 'Save me, bring me salvation! Help! Help! I'm going to die! It hurts! I can't breathe! Dear god, I'm bleeding everywhere! All I can see is red! I'm loosing him! He's going to die! I'm going to die!'" Kyon stood up, his heart almost coming out of his chest.
"Show me. She does need me, Mikuru. And I have to be there for her."
They walked into the girl's bedroom, and saw Yuki hunched over Haruhi,who was screaming, and thrashing in her sleep. Kyon ran over, and pulled the blankets away. She was in her bra, and a pair of shorts. Her screams were paralyzing, but Kyon fought if is with every fiber of his being. He sat on the bed, and ran his hand over her hair. Her screaming became nothing but a low moan.
"Kyon, Kyon, Kyon, you came." He gathered her into his arms, and brushed the sweat from her forehead.
"Yes, I came," he whispered. "I'm here." He rocked her back and forth. He lowered himself down onto the bed, and rubbed her back.
"Heh," Haruhi chuckled in her sleep. "I thought you were going to leave me to die." Tears flooded Kyon's eyes.
"Oh Haruhi, I'd never leave you to die, you know that."
"Yeah," she cuddled closer to him, and rested her head on his chest. Then, she stopped moving, and fell into an even deeper sleep. Kyon placed his hand on her back, to feel her gentle heart beating, and closed his eyes.
Mikuru and Yuki pulled the blankets over them, and threw some other pillows onto the floor, for them to sleep on.

Part 7: The Plan

Kyon scribbled agressivly at a pad of paper form the point of knowing the future, to getting to the hotel.
"'Step one," he muttered quietly to himself. "Get closer to Haruhi. Step two: Keep her as far away from Itsuki as possible. Step three: If Itsuki resists, kindly punch him in the gut. Step four: Help Itsuki admit to himself that he's gay, so that he breaks up with Haruhi. Step five: Dry her tears. Step six: be as romantic as possible to woo Haruhi. Step eight: ... you know...that thing...with the egg...and stuff happens...to make sure that the child is mine so that it won't destroy the universe. Ster nine: wait.' That sounds like a good plan." He handed the paper to Mikuru, who read it and smiled.
"Great Idea. The whole gay thing works. He needs to accept his homosexuality." Kyon's voice dropped to an even lower whisper.
"If he's gay, then why is he dating Haruhi?"
"Either it's a way to lie to himself, or his possesd. Both are equally likeley." Kyon placed his hand against his forehead.
"We're switching movies. Our stories have jumped from National Lampoon's Vacation, to The Day The Earth Stood Still and finally, to The Exorcist. Great. Just great.

Part 6: The Destruction of Haruhi Suzumiya

"WHAT?!" Kyon stood up on the curb, and began pacing. I thought that she loved ME, not ITSUKI!
"Yes, and we get married." She flashed a gold wedding band on her finger. "Niether of us are very happy, and we...we kind of get a divorce. But don't worry! We aren't exactly in love anyway! The only reason we're together, is to break apart Itsuki and Haruhi." Kyon clenched his fists, and tears of fury ran down his face.
"So you mean to say," he barked. "That we failed?! That I'll never be able to be with Haruhi?! That she'll go off and live a happy life with Itsuki?!"
Mikuru nodded her head sadly.
"That's why I'm here from the future. I break them up, so that no one dies.There's this seer, she predicted the birth of the children of the grand design, so as you may tell, she's over 700 years old. She forsaw the destruction of the world. In the extreme near future, a child will be born. And it will be born with enormous amounts of power, and it will destroy the world, with no survivors."
"Let me guess," Kyon sighed. "The child is Itsuki and Haruhi's, right?"
"Yes. When the child is born, its first meals will be all of us. I'm here not only to stop the birth of the child, but to also ensure that Haruhi's mate is human. To Kyon, things were starting to make sense.
"So it's me, we're destined to be together, Haruhi and I. Iwill marry her, even if it means destroying Itsuki Koizumi. We have to stop the conception. Let me ask you a few questions. Do they get married before or after the meteor shower?"
"Before."
"Is the child born before or after the wedding?"
"After."
"How long do we have?"
"Until the night of the meteor shower."

5: White Hot Rage

The car trip was long, and Kyon didn't feel like recalling it, but the reader should understand the white hot rage that he felt during the trip.
Mikuru got shotgun, and Kyon didn't know why. So he was stuck next to Itsuki and Nagato (Yuki).
Itsuki was also next to Haruhi, and had his arm around her shoulder the whole time. To Kyon's dislpeasure, Haruhi was completly oblivious to the fact the Itsuki was totally hitting on her.
At the first stop to get food, Itsuki was holding Haruhi's hand, and this really pissed Kyon off.
"Kyon," whispered Mikuru, as they exited the rest stop, and headed twords the car. "Grab my hand, it might make Haruhi jelous."
Holding Mikuru's hand, Kyon proceeded to the car, where Itsuki and Haruhi were chatting in the back seat.
"I've never noticed how beautiful your eyes are, Haruhi," Itsuki said cooley. Haruhi's face turned a shade of red, and she looked away.
"Oh," Itsuki smiled, running his hand over her hair. "I see, you don't like me very much, do you?" Haruhi looked him straight in the eye.
"Oh no Itsuki," Haruhi said franticly. "I do like you. A lot actually." Itsuki cupped her face in his hands, and pressed his lips to hers.
At the sight of the girl he loved having her face eaten by another man, angered Kyon so much, that his hands were clenched into fists.
"Kyon," Mikuru whimpered. "Please stop squeezing my hand so hard, it hurts." Kyon released her.
"I'm sorry Mikuru, I have to get her attention. Holding hands didn't help, so maybe this will."
"I understand, love knows no extremes."
Kyon dipped her down, and kissed her. For dramatic effect, he leaned against the car, and ran his hands up her back. He glanced over at Haruhi, and kissed Mikuru even harder, only out of frustration of seeing Itsuki all over her.
"Could the love lorn teenagers please stop hookin' up in front of my car?" Haruhi's cousin walked across the parking lot, with Yuki right behind him. "And you," he said, pointing to Itsuki. "You get your hands the hell off my cousin, or I'll drag you behind the car all the way to the hotel." He turned to Mikuru, "Miss Asahina, do you mind if Miss Nagato sits up front for the rest of the trip?" Mikuru pulled herself off of Kyon.
"Sure, no problem."
For the next hour, the car was completly silent. Kyon was not sitting next to Itsuki and Mikuru, who occasionaly gave him ideas on how to tear Itsuki and Haruhi apart.
When they pulled over again, Kyon and Haruhi were alone together in the car.
"So," Kyon said. "You're dating Itsuki, huh?"
"In a way."
"I thought you weren't interested in normal people." Though Kyon knew that Itsuki wasn't a normal a normal person, he was an ESPer.
"Yeah, I know. But he's a mysterious transfer student, which doesn't exactly make him ordinary. But you and Mikuru are together. How long has that being going on?"
"As of today, actually," Haruhi nodded.
"Just like Itsuki and I. Weird, huh?"
"Yeah, weird." Mikuru walked back to the car.
"Kyon, may I speak to you alone for a moment?" The two walked out to the curb.
"Kyon, remember when...you might want to sit down. Remember when you promised to marry me if I was ruined as a potential bride, or if you couldn't marry the one you truly loved?"
"Yeah," Kyon said.
"Well, in the near future, Haruhi Suzumiya becomes Haruhi Koizumi." Kyon felt as thought the whole world had come crashing down.